Raphael's good girl

Haarlep lifts an eyebrow at the note, Raphael was not one for giving gifts… perhaps this is his attempt to keep them distracted till he's ready to be ruined beneath them? Can’t let his favorite incubus starve now could he? (not that it's hard to sneak off to go find a meal…) Oh well, a gift is a gift and though there's sure to be hidden motifs Harrlep won’t say no. They rather like new toys. 

Haarlep enters the boudoir where their gift awaits, and as they round around the healing bath till a quivering body on a pile of pillows catches their eye…

Finally in front of them is the new ‘toy’. Haarlep is surprised for a moment before they begin to let out a teasing tsk. “You my dear… are in quite the situation…” 

Bound in soft pink silk, your wrist trembles in the fabric. Sweat rolls down your neck under a leather collar with familiar looking writing. Lips wrapped around a gag as your eyes look up towards them. You're naked, and at Haarleps mercy, something they tend to lack. 

Harrlep smiles as they take you in, their new little toy… Then as they wander down to your shaking thighs they chuckle at the sight, it seems like their toy has a toy of their own. -Now this is a real treat…

Haarlep licks their lips as they reach down grabbing the handle to your ivory toy currently stuffing you full. Slowly they move the toy out of your puffy cunt, eyes widening at just how wet you are. “Now this is very naughty… you like this?” 

You look up at Haarlep with eyes blown so wide with desire. Haarlep could smell that arousing want as soon as they walked through the door, but to see you now, just dripping in it, your body is filled with that delicious feeling, and Haarlep is craving for a taste. Haarlep snaps their fingers and your gag is falling from your lips leaving you whimpering. 

Harrlep leans into your body, their sharp teeth teasing your skin before their warm lips caress your flesh. The heat of the incubus immediately causes your body to sweat and it only gets worse as they slowly sink the toy back in pushing against your already sensitive insides and their fingers tease against your clit. 

Your mind was already in a fog, but it’s only worse now as the creature above you licks against your sweat laced skin, humming in infernal filth you're sure. But instead of feeling fear, you craved more, needed them to mold you to their whim with every roll of their wrist, every flick of their rough tongue and every infernal promise.

Along with their purring voice you feel a nip at your ear as the toy moving in and out of your pussy begins to move faster. Harrlep feels your hands digging into their broad shoulders, Your moans ringing in their ears as the wet noise of your cunt getting stuffed persists.

 "Oh pet do you hear yourself ... Tell me you like it ... or I'll have to stop.” Harrlep changed the pace back to an aggravatingly slow pace and that's when your desperation spikes!

"Yes! Yes!" Your hands hold tightly to their forearms, your nails digging into Haarleps flesh with every drag of the toy to your insides.

" M - more, Haarlep please!-. more."

Fiery eyes widen at your trembling confession, "more?" They say coldly. Haarlep moves the toy away from you, relishing in your want. "You terribly selfish thing .. You cry for more when you don't even know what you can truly handle ... "

Harrlep pulls the silk ties from your wrist and guides your limp hands over their burning body till they are wrapping your arms around their neck. Harrlep presses the weight of his cock in between your legs and practically purrs at how keen you are for them. 

"I should give you nothing for your demands .. " They lean down and press a chastise kiss to your lips, stealing a sloppy taste of you. Haarlep smirks when they break away, "Lucky for you I've always loved brats."

Their cock nudges against your quivering silt covering their length with your arousal before breaching into you slowly. As your mouth falls open Haarlep is quick to swallow down your moans with his kiss. As Harrlep fills you inch by inch his tongue teases against yours keeping you drunk with lust. And you are so drunk for it, this will either be the end of you or the start of a feverish affliction. And as long as it’s in their hands you don’t find yourself minding either outcome. 

When Haarlep finally bottoms out and his burning cack is licking against your cervix he feels your pussy quivering against him. Harrlep grins as your cunt grips him, You're never had it deep huh? Haarlep doesn't even have to ask, they know you're on the brink and that has them throbbing.

Haarlep starts with slow, deep thrusts spurred on by your cute moans and needy whining. As your orgasm builds the thrust gets harder and his grip gets tighter. With a voiceless scream you cum on Haarleps cock. They take a moment to look at your face, a twist of bliss and pain as Haarlep continues to push you past your brink. The tears falling from your eyes make their stomach twist. You're at your peak already… but it’s not enough for them. 

Harrlep moves to grab your collar forcing you up as they continue to bounce you against their textured cock. You can't help yourself from looking down and watching Haarleps thick cock stretching out your fluttering pussy. It feels brutal but their hands move to your soft hips squeezing you softly as they continue to use you. Haarlep moves your hands to their neck and smiles as you hold on tight. 

But that smile fades to a serious stare before their lips are on yours. And it suddenly feels different… not a kiss for a plaything but for something that is truly theirs…

After a few moments of this pace. Harrelp feels their own orgasm roll over their body. Haarlep pulls out of you and covers your lower stomach and puffy folds with their hot white ropes of cum. Haarlep lifts a brow at your state now, so different from the pristine setup it was before, " My, My ... You're a mess ... "

Haarlep was as soft as they were mischievous, although the incubus rarely showed it.

After particularly rough sessions with either them or Raphael, the incubus would wade with you in the restoration pool, holding you as the enchanted waters brought back your energy.

Sometimes, they’d opt for something different, bringing you to where you are now. A private bathroom with a built-in tub, lined with marble much like the restoration pools. The difference was that the water was warm and scented, rose petals floating in the water as you lay back against Haarlep’s chest.

“I feel like I’m being spoiled,” you say, moving your legs under the water. The liquid swishes, causing the smell of roses to waft into your nose.

A low hum came from behind you, relaxed and content.

“You deserve it. You’re always so good for me,” the incubus’s voice responds. It was almost the exact voice of Raphael but Haarlep’s tone came through. It always did no matter what form they were in.

Haarlep’s had an arm wrapped around you, resting against your stomach while the other traced up the length of your thigh.

The two of you sit like that for a while, feeling your muscles relax almost as if you were melting into the incubus behind you. Haarlep’s body was almost warmer than the water, fire burning through their veins much like any other fiend of the Hells. It was something you had grown to love.

His hand moves over time, growing closer to your groin. You notice, of course, but the incubus acts almost as if they’re trying to sneak their way to your most sensitive parts.

Your own hand slips into the water, resting your palm over the clawed hand.

“What’re you doing?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Nothing. Helping you relax is all.”

“Not with those claws,” you laugh. It’s not a joke, the nails on their hand were sharp enough to do more damage than good.

Haarlep pulled out their hand, spreading his fingers in front of your face. Before your eyes the nails grew backward, becoming short and blunt, no longer pointed and sharp.

“Clever.”

A chuckle leaves your mouth before giving the incubus a nod.

His hand lowers, going back under the water. The bathtub was large, big enough to hold multiple people if needed. Haarlep took the space to his advantage, spreading your legs and draping them over his own. His fingers quickly found what he was looking for, curling into your hole.

You were ready for him already, perfectly stretched out to their liking. There was nothing stopping the incubus from slipping their cock into you, but watching you come undone on his fingers alone always brought him joy. Having you moan and mewl as he fucked you with his fingers, begging to be filled with something more — it was music to his ears.

You moan the incubus’s name as he moved his hand against you. Your body occasionally jerked, pleasure coursing through your body. It caused the water to move, gentle waves moving in time with your body.

Haarlep could’ve kept you like that for hours if they truly wanted to. But they weren’t lying before. You were good for them, good for Raphael as well. He wanted to return the favor and reward you.

His fingers slip out of you and you whine.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’m not finished just yet,” he says before gently pushing you forward a bit.

He lines his cock up to you and pulls you back, pulling you down onto him.

“Mmm, fuck,” he moans.

His arms wrap around your body once more, tucking under your arms and interlocking at the front of your chest. The incubus leans back against the tub, holding you to his chest as he splays your legs apart from behind.

He thrusts into you from behind, hips moving upwards. Water occasionally splashes as his skin meets the soft skin of your backside. Every thrust was loud, echoing off the marble.

“So good. Always so, so good,” Haarlep coos. He rambles softly into your ear, occasionally nibbling with sharp teeth, leaving marks on your neck.

You had already had multiple orgasms throughout the day. Haarlep was never one to stop at just one round of sex. The incubus loved to leave you overstimulated and still wanting more. He had left you sensitive and now your body was reacting, quickly building up to your orgasm as he took you from behind.

You whimpered as he fucked you. His cock moved inside you with such precision. It was like he had inside of you mapped out. He knew what pace you liked, knew exactly how to thrust his cock in this angle to make you fall apart, knew exactly what filth to pour into your ear. This is what the incubus lived for after all. Carnal pleasure was their specialty.

Haarlep moved one of his arms, bringing their fingers up to your mouth and slipping them in. You could taste yourself on them as you sucked, drooling over his digits.

“My perfect whore. You’ve been so good for me all day. You can cum,” he says, fingers withdrawing from your mouth.

Haarlep and Raphael were both the type to deny orgasms from you, a test in obedience according to Raphael. It was done so often that you found yourself holding back subconsciously, teetering on the edge of pleasure but not daring to go over unless you were permitted to do so.

And when you were given the go-ahead, it was like a smoke powder bomb had been ignited under your skin.

“Fuck!” your curse as you cum, clenching around the incubus’s cock. It’s intense, your sensitivity and the feeling of Haarlep’s cock still moving inside you prolonging your orgasm.

Haarlep fucked you through the feeling until he reached his own climax, finishing inside you with a moan.

He stayed inside of you as you lay against him. He eventually slid out of you and the two of you cleaned yourself off.

When you both got out of the water he wrapped you in a towel, drying you off. Neither of you put on clothes, lying in the bed together nude once your skin was dry.

I really struggled to get the angles of the faces right and I'm still not entirely happy but I think for the amount of time I put into it as a pretty simple sketch I'm not super bothered.

I'm just trying to get some posts out in batches during my holiday since it's been chaotic (and warm)